Rewritten over and over the same old story,
why does pain always come before glory?
I can't see my heads all cloudy and my mouths all stuffy.

Planning it piece by piece,
breaking down slowly, but im savoring the sweet,
completly misunderstood by all means please,
leave me lonely disease over powering,
problems? probably,
lost in my dreams,
one member standing, they all left the team,
you can pretend to befriend me, but the lies I already see,
so im no longer recommending my bitter words of plea.

When in dilemma, seek counsel
From your peers, my friend
You hear them say all sorts of things
I will not agree, if I were you
No one tries that with me
Real pepper, is what I will show
In return, you pull down the roof
And drag naked fire to light the sea

I'm going crazy
Not because I'm lazy
As some would think
With their timid blink

I find no solace in this place
Of mental waste
Tap dancing around hot fuses
Searching for certain muses

I shall wander around in dark places
Forever wasteful
Dwindling opportunities to be grateful
I find myself in danger

Losing myself
In twenty years of wealth
Knowing what I want, who I am
All lost in a love battle

it was the night the music raptured inside my eyes
turned to powder, covered my walls and then the
chairs and tables. the room was shining.

the mask comes off sometimes and then a face appears
from nowhere,
he is weeping,
he is bleeding,
his heart in disarray,

he looks a little like Jesus, a bit like you,
the cosmic God throws audacity into the fire
in it, hope must be reborn,